Ode to Unborn Child

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A sonnet by Stephanie Castaneda.

She looks to freckled skies on foreign plains
"Heaven blankets all, can't land do the same?"
But willfully walks to fates set in chains
Carbon criminal footprint to her name

A step, a step gives ode to unborn child
She sings in ICE cold jail cells of woe
A new life: being alien and profiled
He is the gringo yet her green must go

Outerspace address will now stamp her mail
In the plains where her name is said like spikes
Where city lights/ pale whites always prevail
But she stays, she stays in lands she dislikes

If there ever was love it'd be her walking
Unborn child is me, and now I'm talking


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